As a child growing up, I remember having animals. We had a little bit of everything: dogs, cats, rabbits, pigs, chickens. At one time, we even had a goat. Though I would call us ranchers, we were most definitely animal lovers.
Ebenezer (Ebb) and Martha Bolton settled in this area in the 1850s. They established an extensive plantation and owned a number of slaves before the Civil War. Following Ebb Bolton’s death in 1877, his widow made arrangements to provide land to their former slaves. This cemetery, which began in 1861 upon the death of Martha Bolton’s mother, Rebecca Durley, became a part of the Bolton community, a Freedmen’s town which built up in the area. Both Ebb and Martha Bolton are interred here, as are many of the former slaves and their descendants. –Historical Marker #9787
1. The best time to go shopping for groceries is early in the morning when all the people you’d rather not run into are still in bed sound asleep. Everybody else at the store will be total strangers, and they won’t be shocked that you left your house with your hair uncombed, your teeth unbrushed, and that you’re wearing yesterday’s wrinkled clothing. If you do happen to see someone you know, hang out in the produce section for a while. Nine out of 10 Americans don’t eat enough vegetables, so you’ll be safe there.
We must go to God first. We know what happens when we go elsewhere. We find ourselves out there struggling, mad, frustrated, and alone, living in the middle of the ways of the world. Maybe we find ourselves drunk or in affair doing something God would not lead us to do.
There are many songs about mothers, and their uncanny ways of being all things to everyone in their lives. But one song has really stuck out to me over the last several months.
